Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to VeniceIt’s me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemistsTake them back to way back when like Dennis, The MenaceCausing mayhem on the come up like a young apprenticeSmoking weed and getting higher then a flight attendantHip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendantGot to pull it out for everyone that’s in attendanceOkay, back in the day as a college park tenantStill can’t believe I didn’t get a shorty pregnantMan. that’s the definition of a life sentenceA whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuceCause I couldn’t keep it in my briefs, man that’s patheticFuck all that back and forth, this ain’t a game of tennisI'll be in my mothafuckin' chamber like the senateScared to go outside but I know I can’t prevent itI'm, forever alone in my mindSee I’m a self-diagnosed hypochondriac Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me atYeah, I know that I’m livin' like I got it okay, yeahBut I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah

It's been a little while since we've had some hip-hop here on TMIS, so let's fix that. At the beginning of "Young Jesus" Logic, the self-styled Young Sinatra, intones "What up Bobby? This that 95 shit right here. Take 'em back to the 90s!"

And, that, friends, pretty much sums up what you're about to get, a 90's inspired hip-hop track that hits like it's a collab between Swollen Members and The Wu-Tang Clan. Good stuff. He's got a new album "Bobby Tarantino" out, but I've only been able to give it a brief listen, but it's solid.